Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Blaze hadn’t noticed her. He walked to the side, standing by the railing at the edge of the summit. Below was a sheer cliff. His slender figure leaned forward, giving the impression that he could fall off at any moment.

In the late night, on the mountaintop, by the cliff, under the tree, Blaze.

The entire scene was eerily beautiful, stunningly breathtaking.

Harper stood far away, stunned by the sight before her.

Suddenly, Blaze turned his head, and looked at her.

In that moment of eye contact, Harper vaguely saw a hint of melancholy on his face. She had never seen such an expression on Blaze’s face before, and she wondered if she had mistaken it.

After all, Blaze was aloof and arrogant. How could he possibly feel melancholic?

The car behind Harper silently departed.

“Come here!” Blaze walked back to the tree, his handsome face expressionless.

That command brought Harper back to reality. She almost forgot why she had been taken to the mountaintop today.

Harper tightened her coat and walked towards him.

As she approached, she noticed Blaze wearing a black shirt, looking exceptionally sexy. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the collar was unbuttoned, revealing his exquisite collarbone. His lean face appeared even more mature and charming in the night.

“Take off the coat!” Blaze stood by the table under the tree. As Harper approached step by step, his gaze fell on her tightly wrapped coat, and he ordered impatiently.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“It’s too cold,” Harper made an excuse.

“There’s no wind, it’s not cold now,” Blaze looked at her with a stern gaze. “Take it off!”

“But I…” Harper began to protest.

“If you don’t, I’ll do it for you,” Blaze interrupted her.

Harper glared at him, infuriated.

“Hurry up, I don’t have the patience to argue with you today. Take it off!” Blaze frowned, displeased, and started to approach her.

“I’ll do it myself, I’ll do it myself,” Harper said, both angry and embarrassed, trying to stop him from coming closer.

Blaze stopped in his tracks, staring at her intently.

Harper looked around warily, making sure there was no one else on the mountaintop, before slowly unbuttoning her coat, revealing the short student uniform inside, with a tie swaying on her chest.

Blaze glanced at her outfit, furrowing. “Why this one?”

Harper looked at him speechlessly, thinking, ‘Jerk, wasn’t this your choice? Who else but you would pick such clothes?’

Standing there, she uncomfortably tugged at the hem of her skirt. But as she pulled it down, more of her fair waist was exposed, making her feel even more embarrassed.

Blaze stared at her, his gaze following her movements. The displeasure in his eyes gradually dissipated. His eyes locked onto her slender, fair waist.

‘This woman looks so seductive in a school uniform,’ Blaze thought, ‘She’s clearly trying to seduce me by wearing this outfit.’

“That’s enough, no need to change,” Blaze said. “Come here.”

“Come here!” Blaze demanded, glaring at her.

With that, Blaze walked towards her, grabbed her wrist, and led her to the edge of the table.

‘Oh no… I don’t want this in the wild…’ Harper was still struggling.

“Harper, what’s wrong with you today?” Blaze looked puzzled. He gave her a glare, then simply picked her up and sat her down at the table.

Then, he let go of her. There were no further actions, nothing at all.

Harper sat at the table, looking at Blaze with some confusion.

Blaze elegantly uncorked the wine bottle and poured red wine into two tall glasses.

Staring at the wine in the glass, Blaze’s eyes deepened, his voice becoming husky. “This wine is from 1986, it’s been carefully preserved in England.”

If Harper had observed Blaze’s expression carefully, she would have noticed that he was different today from his usual self. But her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the adult game in the wild, so she couldn’t pay attention to anything else. She stared at the wine in the glass, absentmindedly touching the crystal headband on her head, and pursed her lips.

‘Yes, let’s just drink some wine first. If I get drunk, I won’t care about embarrassment anymore.’ With that in mind, Harper reached out and picked up the glass, ready to drink.

“Harper, what are you doing?” Blaze watched as she downed the vintage wine that had been stored for years in one gulp.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to worry about me. Once I’m drunk, you can do whatever you want,” she said, picking up the bottle and pouring herself another glass.

Blaze watched as she downed another glass of wine, wondering, ‘What’s wrong with this woman today?’

He grabbed her hand, “If you get drunk, who will accompany me for what’s next?”

“Accompany for what?” Harper felt extremely embarrassed.

“You have to accompany me!” Blaze said firmly, snapped her hand away.

“Ouch!” Harper’s wound was hit, and she winced in pain.

“What’s wrong?” Blaze crossed the table and grabbed her hand, noticing three band-aids on her palm. His voice became serious, “How did this happen?”

“It’s nothing,” Harper withdrew her hand, but he grabbed it back forcefully.

“Tell me, how did you get hurt? Was it in the British cooking class?” Blaze asked coldly, “I was only away for a moment, and you get hurt so badly.”

Harper shook her head. “No, I accidentally hurt myself.”

“How did you hurt yourself?…” Blaze held her hand, pausing for a moment before suddenly realizing, “Did you climb out of the window to escape again? Just like last time at Tranquil Haven Island?”

Harper remained silent, lowering her head.

The next moment, Blaze slapped her head hard, “Why do you love climbing out of windows so much? Next time, I’ll seal all the windows wherever you go!”

Blaze sat down beside her, carefully inspecting the bandage on her hand to make sure it was secure. Harper attempted to pull her hand back, but Blaze shot her a glare, “Don’t move!”

Suddenly, she felt a cool sensation on her hand, like a gentle breeze brushing over her palm, quite soothing. Blaze was blowing gently on her palm. He was so focused, as if holding a priceless treasure.

Harper sat there, a strange feeling enveloping her. He was actually blowing on her wound. Despite having had numerous minor injuries throughout her life, being so anxiously cared for like this was a first.

The seriousness on Blaze’s face made her feel as if she were seriously injured.

“How’s it feeling? Does it hurt?” Blaze blew a few times and asked, his eyes staring straight into hers.

“It’s fine, just a scratch,” Harper withdrew her hand again.

Blaze’s voice turned cold, “You’re always using these hands for drawing and cooking, how can you afford to get them injured?”

“I really am fine.”

“Harper!” Blaze grabbed her hand, his face stern, “Listen to me. You’re not allowed to hurt these hands again, or else-I’ll make sure you never use them again!”

“Are you going to chop them off?”

“Chop them off? That would be such a waste.” Blaze held her hand, inspecting her fingers up and down as if they were a delicious meal. His gaze grew darker, and after a while, he said, “I’ll tie these hands up with chains, so you won’t be able to use them.”

“Got it?”

“I got it,” Harper could only nod.

“Good girl,” Blaze finally seemed satisfied. His expression softened slightly, and then he lowered his head and bit her finger.

Harper couldn’t help but shiver.

“So sensitive,” Blaze chuckled and kissed her fingertips.

Harper looked at him warily, wondering if he was going to start the adult game.

But Blaze didn’t kiss her again. He held her hand tightly in his palm, and with the other hand, he picked up the bottle of alcohol and placed it aside, “No more drinking. You need to eat something else.”

Harper felt like she was going crazy-When he kissed her, she tensed up; when he didn’t, she felt nervous and uneasy. She had no idea when he would start…

“Don’t get your hand wet, don’t lift heavy things, don’t touch sharp objects. Got it?” Blaze rattled off a bunch of instructions.

Harper sat there listening, wanting to tell him he was making a big deal out of nothing, just a couple of scratches, no need to be so nervous. But seeing the seriousness and sincerity on his face, she couldn’t bring herself to say it, only feeling touched. Maybe it had been too long since someone had cared for her like this. A tiny injury that she wouldn’t even notice herself, yet he was so concerned. The normally bad-tempered and domineering Blaze had turned into a nagging old lady because of her. The thought made her heart race.